Page 132 of Dare To Break

Me: Wear your Halloween outfit.

I toss the cell onto my bed and walk across the room. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“You should probably knock one out as well; otherwise, you’ll have blue balls all day.”

I don’t answer that, kicking the bathroom door shut and cutting off his laughter. I take a cold shower, in an attempt to cool down the heat in my veins. It doesn’t work. I’m still hard, there’s an ache in my balls, and I give up the fight and slide my hand over my dick. The sensation makes me groan, and I tip my head forward to rest it against the tiled wall. The icy water hits the back of my neck, but I pay it no attention, wrapped up in the thought of Arabella in her Halloween dress on her knees with my dick in her mouth.

Would she do that? Would she suck my dick without knowing who I am?

I build up the image in my mind. Her breasts straining against the impossibly tight dress. It had barely hidden a thing, only the underwear she’d been wearing kept her from revealing everything. It’s no wonder the swim team had stalked her. Who wouldn’t want to take a bite out of her?

My hand grips my dick harder, pumps faster.

Her lips had been soft, and she’d surprised me with her ferocity when she kissed me back. Her fingers had curled into themselves at the back of my neck, and she’d pressed her body tight against mine. I can still feel the imprint of her breasts pressed against my chest. Her hard nipples. Her soft curves.

I groan, feeling that familiar tension zipping through my veins.

How would her hands feel on my body? Would she be hesitant or confident? How many times has she used her mouth, her hands to get someone off? How many mouths have been where I want mine to be?

It doesn’t matter. I’ll wipe out the memories of anyone who has gone before. I’ll make her want only me and what I can give her. I know her innermost thoughts, her desires. I know what she hides from everyone around her. I know what makes her wet.

My orgasm hits with an explosiveness that sends me reeling, and curses tumble from my lips as my vision wavers and dims. My legs are shaking, as rope after rope of cum splashes against the wall and down to mingle with the water.

“Jesus fuck,” I whisper, then laugh. The sound is shaky.

What is she doing to me?

I’ve never reacted like this to someone. What is it about her? I’m supposed to hate her. I do hate her. So why do I want to fuck her until my name is the only thing she can scream?

***

The cafeteria is almost empty when we head down for breakfast. Most students are still sleeping off their hangovers from the punch Kellan spiked or from the alcohol they’d hidden in their rooms. The teachers turn a blind eye. As long as nothing untoward happens, they won’t step in.

Kellan grabs breakfast and brings it over to our table. I’m hunched over a mug of coffee when the back of my neck prickles. I raise my head and clash gazes with blue eyes.

Time slows, stands still as we stare at each other. Her tongue peeps out from between her lips. Lips that are soft and plump. Lips that taste like honey. I mimic her action, running my tongue over my bottom lip, and pink fills her cheeks.

My gaze dips. She’s wearing a plain t-shirt and her typical yoga pants. They hide her figure from prying eyes. A far cry from the dress she wore last night. But I know what her outfit hides. I’ve seen those lush curves up close and personal. When my eyes lift back to her face, the pink has deepened to a dark red.

One side of my mouth tilts up and her eyes widen. Something sparks between us, an awareness, and her lips part. Then the moment is broken by someone calling her name and she turns her head.

“I think I just got pregnant,” Kellan murmurs. “That was one hell of a look.”

“Don’t make plans tonight. We’re going out.”

He straightens in his seat. “We are? Is that what those texts were? She’s back in the game?”

I nod. “She wants to play.” A smile tugs at my lips, and I pull out the cell to send a text.

Me: Don’t wear underwear. Just the dress. And pigtails.

I hit send, and lean back on my seat, not even attempting to hide the fact I’m staring at her. Miles leans across the table and says something to her. Her shoulders hunch and her head lowers. His eyes meet mine.

“I wonder if she sucked his dick this morning.” There’s a thread of amusement in Kellan’s voice.

“Why?”

“Because it won’t have been her he was thinking about if she did.”

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